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|BEYONCÉ KNOWLES| JULY 25th Beverly Hills, California
Finishing the last touches on my bun I heard Nicki gossiping on the phone with Lauren. Like always.
She needed to hurry up before we were late. "Girl yes and then she starts talking about she just a friend! Like you may see it as that but she doesn't. I can tell that bitch want Bey!" Here she goes.
Still going on about a friendly link up Shay and I had about 2 days ago. Nothing sketchy or weird went down. It was fun and I didn't understand why she was still going on about it.
I didn't even care anymore. As long as Lo wasn't putting stupid shit in her head I'm good.
"Nicki come yo' ass on before we be late!" I screamed leaning on the door to our bedroom. This was something serious we both needed to attend and she was playing.
"Hold on girl, I'll call you when I get back because I don't know who she is yelling at." I heard her putting stuff back in her makeup bag and ended the call.
We were about to leave to go to one of her last therapy sessions. She told me it was urgent for me to be there but I'm more prepared than she is.
She came up in front of me and punched me in my shoulder with her crazy ass. "Yell at me like that one more time!" She pointed her finger in my face and walked off. I wasn't even worried about what just happened. She looked good as fuck.
Her outfit was very simple but cute. Her body made everything she wore look good. Fine ass.
She yelled out my name as she got to the side door connected to the garage. I sure hope she didn't think I was driving. ———————————
"Are you nervous?" I asked Nic as I watched her leg bounce up and down at an extremely fast pace. We were sitting in the lobby waiting for her name to be. It was very empty here. Just how I like it.
She nodded her head and laid it on my shoulder. I didn't know what she was nervous about. "For what? You know I'll never judge you, baby." I've never been the type to judge anyone.
"I'm just scared, Bey. I don't want you to look at me differently because of what I've been through." I was a bit skeptical when she said this. I was going to stay positive though.
"What you've been through makes you who you are. You can't change that baby. I promise I won't look at you differently." I felt her smile against my shoulder.
"Onika Maraj!" The front receptionist called out her name. "Dr. Ainsworth is ready for you ma'am."
We got up and I could tell Nicki got irritated with the way she pronounced her name. "Rochelle, I tell you this every time you call me back there. It's pronounced Oh-Nika! Not On-a-ka." I laughed at her carefully breaking down each syllable of her name. She hated when people mispronounced it. She was just like me.
